I'm just hungry for your knowledge

There is a small blank area between the political building and the teaching building, which is a parking lot for teachers. Han Shen picked up half a brick from the grass and walked to the foot of the political building.

It's already time for self-study, and there are no ghosts around.

Chen Chen tucked the mask up to the bridge of his nose to cover most of his face, raised his slender fingers, and pointed to a brightly lit window on the second floor: "See? The principal's office."

Han Shen raised his gaze and hummed.

Chen Chen continued: "The door of the principal's office is slammed and there is little movement. If someone opens the door, just go in. Don't hit anyone. It's unnecessary. If no one opens the door, just keep smashing—"

"Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

Suddenly there was a loud noise of glass shattering.

Chen Chen's voice stopped abruptly, a big hole was broken in the window on the second floor, he took two steps back, and pursed his lips quietly.

"You smashed it?"

Han Shen's hand was empty: "It's smashed."

Chen Chen had a strange feeling in his chest: "I can't see that your hands are quite strong?"

"good."

"...Did I tell you to smash the window? Can you wait until I leave before you smash it?"

"?"

"Fuck you uncle!" There was a yell from the window, and then a round head popped up, looking angrily at the two figures downstairs, he raised his hand, "Master, are you sick?! Throw the fuck into the office Brick? Wait for me!" His head retracted again, and there was a knock on the door, obviously running downstairs to arrest someone.

Chen Chen was still in a mess, turned his head, and saw a stunned figure in his sight.

Zhou Anshi was standing in the parking lot with a bag of vegetables, and the car door was half opened. He didn’t know when he had witnessed this farce, but now he realized that he threw away the vegetables and ran over with a roar: “Which class?! Which class? Class?! Fucking lawless!"

Han Shen was stunned for a second, grabbing Chen Chen violently, and fled towards the only exit.

"run!"

The cool wind blew all over his face, turned around the teaching building, bypassed the dark green forest, and a high wall towering above the sky appeared in front of him.

Han Shen took a deep breath and glanced at Chen Chen.

Chen Chen grabbed his wrist with his backhand: "Come here!"

I stepped directly into the green belt, ran for more than ten meters, lifted the covered vines, and carved out ridges on the wall in front of me.

Chen Chen climbed up three times, five times and two times, and pulled Han Shen to stand on the wall. The light of the mobile phone behind him was already shining brightly in his eyes.

I don't know if it's because of this, Chen Chen felt a little shaken, but before he could figure it out, Han Shen suddenly knelt down and supported the wall.

"The fucking wall is coming down!"

"???"

Han Shen's voice was distorted: "Fuck!"

"Jump!" Nearing two meters, Chen Chen jumped down and immediately moved aside. Looking back, Han Shen put his hands on the ground, and the big wall collapsed in half behind him with a "boom", and the dust filled the air.

Chen Chen helped Han Shen up: "Are you okay?"

Han Shen shook his head as his hand was scratched and bleeding out, but the footsteps that he was about to run suddenly stopped.

A burst of mobile phone camera flashes illuminated the faces of the two night runners.

Xiao Zhou is an ordinary mathematics teacher in the science class of the second year of high school. She just came out of the back door after finishing her tired evening self-study. The physical characteristics of the two students.

Han Shen's hair was disheveled, pear blossoms were raining, sweat was streaming down his jaw, and he stared straight at her.

Chen Chen still had a half mask hanging on his ears, and he was also panting. He held Han Shen's arm tightly and forgot to let go.

Teacher Xiao Zhou frowned and considered for a while, really not knowing the current situation.

"You two, what about elopement?"

"..."

"..."

When Zhou Anshi caught up with him, his legs were weak, and he held onto his knees and kept trembling because of exhaustion: "You run very fast, huh? I want to see which class of students are so presumptuous today!"

As soon as he looked up, the voice stopped.

"Today's matter won't be over until you get fired!" The headmaster came out from the wall with a huff, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Chen Chen and Han Shen were sitting on the edge of the small flower bed, being turned away by Teacher Xiao Zhou, fanning the cool breeze on their faces in boredom.

Chen Chen couldn't express his fucking mood at the moment, so he pointed at Han Shen: "He's injured, teacher, can you go to the infirmary first?"

Zhou Anshi planned to salute first and then fight: "What's the matter?"

Han Shen: "Broken ribs, broken legs, bleeding profusely."

Zhou Anshi was startled: "So serious? Is it true?"

Han Shen: "Fake."

Zhou Anshi's smile froze completely: "You guys are so vile! You smashed windows and destroyed public property! You escaped and climbed over the wall, and the wall collapsed! I wonder if you are full and have nothing to do? You can't sit still in the classroom? Yes Can't sit still? Let me ask you, can't you sit still?! If you can't sit still, fuck off!"

Under the pressure, Chen Chen made a pause gesture: "Teacher, his hand is bleeding."

"How much did you bleed? Let me see, how big is it?!"

Han Shen turned his head and glanced at him coldly. Principal Luo, who was silent before, also came and waved: "Forget it, let's go to the infirmary first."

Principal Luo has been very frustrated along the way. He thinks he is a good principal who loves students like children. During his management of the attached high school, the students love each other and are friendly neighbors. Although there are occasional small fights, they have never carried bricks Brutal acts of fighting with weapons like smashing windows.

But today he experienced that it was his own window that was smashed.

At that time, the brick was only 0.5 meters away from his barren head, and it was still muddy and grassy when it fell on the table, scaring him so much that he almost died on the spot.

The two students were sitting on the bench in the infirmary. The narrow space was crowded with school leaders and teachers watching the excitement, and the doctors and nurses were all pushed out the door.

Principal Luo made a staring gesture on the table, and asked for the fifth time: "Why did you smash my window? I asked you if you were dissatisfied with me. You denied it. Why?"

Han Shen's sweaty hair was brushed up on his forehead, his complexion was so fair that it glowed under the incandescent lamp, but his eyes were narrowed coldly, showing no other expression.

He was speechless, and Chen Chen was also speechless.

If you have to ask the reason, it is wrong, too early.

Impatient with being forced, Han Shen licked the tip of his teeth: "I just feel uncomfortable looking at that window."

Chen Chen: "Me too."

Principal Luo, who felt as if he was being treated as mentally retarded: "..."

"Excuse me! Excuse me!" Lao Qin squeezed in through the door with difficulty on high heels, first bent his lips at Chen Chen and Han Shen, and smiled with a smile: "Are you two capable? You smashed the principal's office." The window, overturned the wall and collapsed the wall. Chen Chen, why didn’t I see you stand up for the 3000-meter sports meeting before? Han Shen, I didn’t write the name of the test. I thought you had myasthenia gravis, so the big brick was thrown On the second floor, it turns out that the strength is not small?"

Zhou Anshi wanted to scold people a long time ago: "Go to the street with a flashlight and ask, when did this kind of student come out of the attached high school! Chen Chen, you are awesome because of your good grades? Don't pay attention to the school rules and regulations. Han Shen! Look at your hair and clothes, how did you transfer to the attached middle school? If your family has money, you can do whatever you want? Teacher Qin, what kind of fucking students are you teaching—”

Lao Qin shoved him away, annoyed to death: "Okay, okay, okay, Teacher Zhou is lenient, are you comfortable scolding? You two, go back and write a 2000-word review for my mother. Isn't tomorrow the flag-raising ceremony on Monday? Read it in front of the whole school! Like to be in the limelight? To vent excess energy? At that time, I will ask people casually, and if anyone says that they don’t feel the sincerity of you two, they will fucking rewrite it until the whole school approves it!”

Chen Chen had no objection.

The bell for next night's self-study just rang outside the infirmary, and Lao Qin took a deep breath: "I will call my parents to my office tomorrow night. After school, why don't you go home and write a review?"

The two got up and walked out with her.

Zhou Anshi hadn't scolded enough at first, but now he was dumbfounded, and asked Principal Luo: "Just write a review? Don't report criticism? Record the file?"

"You see Xiao Qin is so defensive, obviously he doesn't want us to deal with her students." Principal Luo is someone who has been there, touched his nose, "You can figure it out."

If it is an ordinary student, at least a demerit will be recorded at this moment, and I will be advised to go home and reflect for a week.

Zhou Anshi couldn't bear the arrogance of Class 1, so he looked back at Teacher Xiao Zhou who was huddled in the corner: "Xiao Zhou, didn't you just take a picture of two students jumping over the wall?"

One person wrote in blood asking for public execution, thank you.

Knowing that Chen Chen had been following behind him, Lao Qin drove away without even looking at him.

Should be pissed off.

Han Shen's shadow stretched by the light was drawn on the ground, and Chen Chen turned his face: "You, idiot."

Han Shen didn't deny it: "Don't you?"

Chen Chen couldn't help smiling, and admired himself for being able to laugh.

Han Shen took out his mobile phone from his pocket: "Add a friend? Share your experience and write a review."

"You haven't written it?"

"I was worried you wouldn't."

"Style and rhetoric are all fine, thank you."

Han Shen really had nothing to say.

Zhou Anshi walked over and stared at them for a while.

Han Shen twitched the corners of his lips: "You said that if I go up and kick him now, the effect will be the same as hitting the office?"

"...There is no need for this."

Han Shen took a step back in boredom. He wanted to make a big fuss, but Chen Chen had already got involved, so it's better not to involve strangers.

In the middle of the night, the two Mengxin, who were writing a review for the first time but insisted on pretending to be big bosses, sat silently at the desk, and then turned on the computer to search.

Half an hour passed, and there were only three words in Han Shen's notebook.

"Review".

Chen Chen's WeChat profile picture is a map of cosmic stardust, and his nickname is simply a C. Han Shen wrote it for a while and typed.

Mizuki: How did you write it?

C: Under repair.

Mizuki: Repair?

C: Personal habits, no need to imitate.

Mizuki: ...

Brother, you are so flirtatious.

Han Shen thought of his writing style of parallelism and rhetoric, and he had already anticipated the world-breaking momentum in tomorrow's recitation.

After thinking about it, Xiaochuang Yan Xin: Son, do you want to read your idol's self-criticism?

Yan Xin:? ? ?brother dust?Why did my brother Chen write a review letter? Please don’t make such low-level jokes and spread rumors. I have reposted it 500 times. Thank you.

I haven't met once, but my brother is very happy.

Han Shen had already seen through Chen Chen's essence, but Yan Xin still couldn't see through it. In order to wake him up, he switched back to the chatting interface with Chen Chen.

Mizuki: Brother, I have a friend who admires your writing and wants to read your review.

C:?

C: Making friends out of nothing?

C: Just say that you want to see it, but it's not that I won't show it to you.

Mizuki: ...

Mizuki: Talk about your mother, delete it.

Han Shen turned off his phone and continued to write, first stating the specific development of the incident, then talking about his understanding of this incident, and finally expressing his repentance and determination, and looking forward to the future—how the hell can he make up 2000 words?

I wrote a few hundred hastily, and C updated a few photos on WeChat.

The words are still extremely sharp and flamboyant, but the words of the review are sincere and touching. After deletions, revisions, and repairs, the writing style is also beautiful and smooth.

Han Shen forwarded it to Yan Xin, and buried himself in writing.

Yan Xin's messages on WeChat jumped one after another.

-etc!Why do I see your name in the review?When did you have adultery? !

-Why did you two smash the principal's office window?

- How could the wall be collapsed, huh?

-My brother Chen's dilute and innocent character design collapsed... blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah